So yeah. I found out you like me. Like like me. I like you too. On chat you're a whole different person- nicer... More caring. I don't think a lot of myself, but for some reason I find me thinking a whole lot about you. Why do I like you? Not sure. I just do. And you like me? Why?! Yeah. I need to figure that out. And you are the third person to ever like me. Like, Like me. Or maybe even the second.
And we aren't going out. If you were wondering.